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When I was little, I thought bruises were sacks of pain underneath the skin, and the only way to get rid of them was to release all the pain. To release the pain, I pressed on my bruises. I had a lot of bruises.
I used to believe that my sister had drawn a birth mark on my other sisters back with an eyebrow pencil. I spent years trying to wash it off in the tub. We still laugh about it.
I believed that if a white person touched a black person (or vice versa), they both would switch skin colors.
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When I was little my grandfather had a wart on his thumb. He called it a planters wart. I asked him why and he said that if you play outside and don't wash your hands then a little seed would take root in your skin and grow a plant that would sprout into a little tree. Hygene got better for me but I got obsessive-compulsive about skin.
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I used to believe that my freckle on my hand was because I drew on my hand with a permanent marker. When i was about 7 or 8 i said to my mom how do i wash this marker off she then corrected me.
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My poppop told me that the reason I had freckles was because flies came in and pooped on my face at night. I believed him for years. :(
After my dad had a 2 inch section of skin cancer removed from his shoulder, it was of course stitched up. I had always thought it was a caterpillar on his shoulder.
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I used to believe everyone had outlines.
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I believed that if you wash your hands long enough... they'll turn into gold! I washed until my hands started to bleed...I was a bright kid.. yeah...
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When I was little, My dad told me that I had freckles because I was really born black and they painted me white. The freckles was from the paint chipping off.
When I first witnessed my sister picking her acne -she was teenage- The intensity of her focus was so much I thought it must be some sort of larvae she got from high school science class , and that she was trying to get them out.
I used to believe that black people were black because they had so many frecles that they merged together.
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I used to believe that freckles were angel kisses.
I used to believe that we had a finite amount of skin and that I would eventually run out due to pealing.
That everyone had the same amount of skin and that short people were fat and tall people were skinny.
the moles on my face were from a lizard shitting on me when i was sleeping
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When I was little, I was told that we all have seven layers of skin. I thought those layers were all I was going to have for the rest of my life, and if I were to lose them all, my insides would be exposed! Every time I got a cut or a scrap, I was terrified that I would run out of layers of skin before I got old :)
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I had a lot of pet reptiles when I was a kid. When I got my first really awful sunburn and started peeling, I thought I was just shedding my skin.
I had a mole on the inside of my armpit. I used to pick at it all the time. When I was about 4, I was riding in the car with my cousin, picking at my mole. He pointed out that if I rip my mole off, it will hurt more than anything, and I would bleed to death. That definitely made me stop picking at it.
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My mom used to always tell me not to stay out in the sun too long or I'd get dark, so I made the genuis asumption that if the sun made you darker the moon made you lighter. For a whole summer I would play in the sun all day then wait until my parents fell asleep and sit outside for a few hours determined to "undo" the darker tone i gained from playing all day.
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